 Kayaking as a Boy
You'll never believe this.
When I was a boy and Project 8, Quezon City was young, we used to go to this jungle river we called "Big and Little." We went to the backwoods by crossing a rice field, and then a few more meters was the flowing river. We would bring our home-made "kayaks" there and go kayaking. I was about 10 years old then. I and my friends made a wooden kayak (imagine that?) and made so much fun out of it.
Well, we never got to really ride in the wooden kayak and make progress. We just fell and fell into the water and swallowed some dirt--sometimes with floating goat poo. I wonder why we never got gastrointestinal disorders or something.
Today, there's a concrete bridge over the river along Mindanao Avenue. One of my friends who went there to "kayak" has long been dead. The rest are in the US and Australia. One is now an NHA commissioner. Me? I'm just a lowly cook--a radical one, though. |